Traveling to the ancient harem

When Yan Ge'er returned to the yard where he lived, Lian Zhen had not woken up yet. She sat in the yard. There was a stone table under a pear tree in the yard. He asked the servant to bring two books and sat on a chair to read.

When Lianzhen woke up and walked out, she saw her beloved child studying hard, and she felt relieved. This child looked exactly like her cousin, whom she loved very much. Moreover, he was well-read and might become the top scholar in the future. Then she would go to the nunnery to make a fortune, return to secular life and enjoy life with her son.

"Mom." Seeing her coming out, Yan Ge'er immediately smiled and walked quickly to her: "I heard that mom was here when I just came back. I didn't want to disturb your sleep, so I didn't go into the room. Did mom sleep well?"

Lian Zhen patted his hand lovingly: "Mom slept well, you kid, you should take care of your health while studying. I am counting on you for the rest of my life."

Yan Ge'er's eyes flashed: "Don't worry, mother. When I finish my studies, I will definitely bring you back. I will earn a title for you."

"Okay, okay." Lian Zhen said two good words in a row: "By then our family will be together, and my son is filial..." She suddenly wanted to cry. She had been looking forward to this day for too long, and she would definitely wait for it.

Yan Ge'er didn't agree with it. He grew up in the market and had already mastered the ability to read people's expressions and adapt to circumstances. Although he hated his mother in his heart, he looked at her with admiration and a filial attitude.

For a moment, the mother was loving and the son was filial, creating a happy scene.

At this time, the little girl in Yan Ge'er's yard walked leisurely towards an alley, and when she came to the last house, she knocked on the door. A woman opened the door a crack, and when she saw her, she opened the door: "It's Xiaohong, you're looking for the master again."

"Is the master here?" Xiao Hong winked at the old woman, "That man is here, he wants to see the master."

The old woman went in unhappily and called for help. It would be strange if her daughter could tolerate that bald nun if she wasn't rich.

Lianzhen's cousin Zhang Sheng was having dinner with his mistress. When the maid came in and said something, the mistress was so angry that she threw down her chopsticks and turned her head away to sulk.

"My dear Ying'er, here comes the person who brings money. I'll buy you the big gold bracelet that you liked last time. Don't be angry, okay?" Zhang Sheng coaxed her.

Ying'er was his distant relative, very beautiful. Her father passed away two years ago, leaving only mother and daughter. He took them in and bought a small courtyard in this alley. Ying'er naturally became his mistress.

"I know, go ahead." She was angry, but she couldn't be short of money. She had been struggling for a living as an orphan and a widow for two years, and she understood the importance of money the most.

Yan Ge'er's courtyard.

The mother and son were chatting happily. They had asked the restaurant to deliver the food, but the food boxes had not been opened yet. The little girl had not come back yet, and they were not sure whether their cousin could come, so they decided to eat later.

The courtyard door was pushed open and Zhang Sheng walked in hurriedly.

"Cousin. Why are you here at this time? What happened?" Zhang Sheng's face showed genuine concern.

"Cousin." Over the years, my cousin has not changed at all, and he is still so handsome. Lian Zhen's heart beats faster every time she sees her cousin. She blushes slightly and says, "Let's eat first. If you have anything to say, we can talk after dinner."

Yan Ge'er also stood up and saluted his father, and the three of them went into the dining room and started eating.

After the three of them had lunch, Yan Ge'er said he wanted to review his lessons and left. Zhang Sheng took Lian Zhen's hand, and the two of them walked into Lian Zhen's bedroom, naturally showing their affection.

Lianzhen snuggled in her cousin's arms: "How is it, did you get the position of abbot?" Zhang Sheng asked with a smile.

"Something went wrong, but the person was just injured, but still alive." Lian Zhen looked unhappy.

"Cousin, we were fooled. We spent so much money and hired a liar."

"Impossible." Zhang Sheng exclaimed, "No one can survive more than seven days under that man's poisonous sand palm."

"It's been more than a month." Lian Zhen reminded him.

"Something must have gone wrong. That guy's ability is real." Zhang Sheng didn't understand either. He felt painful when he thought about the money he had spent.

"Forget it. That person is a ruthless person who has done a lot of things that are unscrupulous. You can't mess with him. You can only blame yourself for your bad luck."

Lian Zhen also knew that the matter had to be forgotten. "I can't enter the abbot's courtyard, and I don't know how serious her injuries are. I'm afraid that if she gets better, I'll be finished." She was worried.

"How about hiring another killer to kill her directly in the nunnery?" Zhang Sheng suggested.

"I still haven't gotten the money I asked that person to embezzle last time. I'm really out of money now. Besides, Huizhen is keeping a close eye on the yard, so it's not easy to get it."

Hearing her say that she had no money, Zhang Sheng's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show it on his face. He comforted her, "No one can survive under the control of the Poison Sand Palm. It's just a delay of a while. Don't worry, the position of abbot will be yours sooner or later."

"Yes." Lian Zhen took out a silver ingot from her bag. "I brought fifty taels of silver this time. You can give it to Yan Ge'er for his studies. If you use it sparingly, it should be enough for a while. I'll think of a way later." Fifty taels of silver were enough for a middle-class family to live on for a year.

Although a little disappointed, Zhang Sheng still took the silver, looked at her with emotion, and agreed without hesitation.